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My dad and a few friends go on a big fishing trip in Michigan. Ever since i was really young i had been fishing with my dad. I went fishing anytime he did, except for this one trip. This was because i was too young and the water on the great lakes can get a bit treacherous and the weather was always bitter cold when they went (cold, but a great time to catch big walleye).

Long story short, this year was the year i was old enough to go. i was sooo excited i could barely contain myself. about 3 days before we would leave, my dad decided last minute that maybe i wasn't old enough (i was about 15) so i didn't go. They usually stay in these run-down cabins because they are "manly men" and don't need a nice place to stay or something. anyway.

Trying to make it shorter... when my dad walked in he noticed the heating ducts were on backwards (essentially having heat and such leak out into the room). That night as they slepy, carbon monoxide filled the room. Luckily, my dad is diabetic. and by that i mean he has to wake up to piss about 5+ times per night. when he woke up he was extremely dizzy, had a pounding headache and started yelling for his buddies to wake up. everyone went outside and luckily no one died (because they were all pretty big guys).

They bought a carbon monoxide detector and put it in the house and even after a couple of hours of airing out the house, the ratio was still off the charts. I am a tall lanky kid, and especially at only being 15, there was no doubt i would've died in my sleep.

Cool story and Im glad your safe, but I cant help but mention, it literally impossible for a gas heater to be "going in the wrong direction". Even if the fan was somehow put on backwards it would just result in you heater drawing air in through the vents, and expelling air through what SHOULD be the return vents. The portion of a heater that handles combustion is seperated by what should be an airtight plate from the portion that handles the movement of the air for specifically this reason, the hot air coming out of your vents was never anywhere near the fire and other than its temperature and the dust it picks up inside the vents is unchanged from the air in your house all the time.

There are tons of ways that a heater can leak carbon monoxide into an area, but any part of the system being backwards isn't among them. Just thought I could clear that up for you, for the sake of accuracy in future
tellings.

EDIT:It sounds like from what your describing that it wasn't actually a heater at all, but the exhaust of a heating appliance somewhere else in the structure, this is a common way to heat ventilated ares, often seen on bar patios.

I grew up in Yemen. I attended a small international school (I'm American; my parents taught at the school). The school's located on the outskirts of the capital city (Sana'a).

I was staying after school to rehearse a play with a bunch of other students. There's about 20 of us in a big room with lots of windows. Only one of the windows is open, because it's a bit cold outside. We're sitting all throughout the room, reading from our scripts.

Suddenly, we hear the noise of a rock skipping off of tile. The noise repeats itself around the room, except sometimes it sounds like the rock is glancing off of wood, or the chalkboard. After a final skip, a bullet drops from the ceiling and spins slowly to a stop next to me. I picked it up and showed everyone: "hey guys, a bullet!" Everyone else was not as excited as I was, and we had to hide against the wall.

Here's the amazing part: the classroom was located on the inside of a courtyard - no direct line of sight to anywhere nearby. What we eventually determined was that, miles away, someone had fired a gun into the air. The bullet followed a ballistic trajectory, entered the classroom through the only open window, and ricocheted through a classroom filled with students, hitting none of them and landing a foot away from one.

In my car at a red light. Just as the light changes I dropped my cigarette. I pick it up and as I do a big truck runs the red. If I didn't drop my smoke I would have been smoked. I still kinda shake when I think of it.

A .50 cal which penetrated my windshield, grazed my head rest, and blew out the back window. It was fired by an American Marine who thought I was an enemy and when I got closer to his position he said, "Oh sorry bout that man, my bad dude." ಠ_ಠ

EDIT: Forgot to mention a suicide bombing at Assassin's Gate in Baghdad that left my front side covered in blood/bio-matter (his not mine) and a rocket attack at the Iraqi Ministry of Defense compound.

out of curiosity, how did you handle the situation after he shot at you? I imagine if you kept driving he just would have shot you again. Did you just stop the car and put your hands out the window or something?

It was 4:00AM before sunrise and we were in a convoy of Ford F350 pickups trying to get as far south as possible before daylight. Apparently this was a recently established checkpoint (or recently manned anyways) as we had just rolled north past the same position 4 days prior. As soon as the first round went thru the windshield, we immediately came to a stop. A spotlight lit us up at some point too. I'm not sure if it was before or after the shot was made. We kept a blaze orange flag as well as a smaller American flag under the visors in case we ever needed to rapidly identify so I grabbed those and jumped out into the highway yelling and jumping up and down shouting that we were an American convoy. Eventually the guys manning the checkpoint told us to proceed forward and that's when I was like "WTF man?!" and the Marine replied with the whole "My bad dude" statement.

Flew in to California from Canada for a friend's wedding. Driving my parents car. Was late to the wedding.

Driving and talking with my girlfriend, I wasn't paying attention in stop and go traffic, rear ended another car. I watched the back bumper crack and look like it almost flopped off.

Crap.

I'm late, I don't have insurance info, and I'm driving my parents car. I'm not sure how this is going to play out. I get out of the car, he gets out of his car, I get my card out, and begin to say "hey look I'm really sorry, is there any way..."

He looks at the damage, looks at my car, sees there's no damage on my bumper.

This is actually possibly not far from the truth. A lot of people have reason to avoid law enforcement at all costs, and fucking up their car has no repurcussion. My friend, terrible driver, caused a ridiculous accident on highway around here, totally her fault. she rear ended a car in front of her, causing massive damage. The two obvious drug addicts didn't want to file a police report and just walked off the highway to the nearest town (high population area).

Story #2: drug addict friend smashed into a Mexican in a truck at a traffic light. Guy was clearly illegal, and clearly injured. They were going to not report it, but some black lady (ghetto) forced herself into the situation and got the cops called. 90% sure the guy got deported, charges were dropped against my negligent friend. The world can be unjust.

It's because you got out and didn't bullshit. I had a hit and run while I was at a gas station that left a decent dent in my bumper. Didn't get it fixed because what's the point on a car that is already 15 years old. Couple months later guy at a light barely nudged me and then got in my face saying I backed into him (C Class Mercedes? I think.) and was generally being a cock sucker. Guess who just caused the dent.

Worked at a bank and often would fill in when another branch was understaffed. I offered to go to another branch in place of a girl who was newer and terrified of being robbed. I was told she needed to get over her fears and start doing her job. That day the bank was robbed. Poor girl had to lie on her stomach with a gun shoved in her face while being yelled at by a large masked man. I hate it was her, but glad it wasn't me.

Did she bump into the robbers later but didn't recognise them because they were wearing skeleton masks ? And then slowly but surely fall in love with the leader of the group over time ? And then another member of the group found out about the relationship and began to sabotage it ? Then an FBI agent tells her about her boyfriend and that he robbed the bank ? Then he robbs fenway park and gets away but leaves some money in her community garden ?

Was on a ride at an amusement park when I was a kid. The ride ended and I got off quickly and ran off to something else. Seconds later, some jackass kid pressed the start button while the ride attendant was helping people out of their seatbelts. The ride started up and some poor kid who was getting off got pulled under and killed.

As bad as it was for me, my sister was still at the ride when it happened. She luckily heard the ride starting and backed up against the barrier and was fine.

edit Just found this blurb online: Thursday, August 11, 1994 - At Quassy Amusement Park in Middlebury, Connecticut, a 6-year-old boy was killed after being struck by a car on the Twister kiddie ride. After the ride had come to a stop, the victim experienced trouble lifting his lap bar so that he could exit the ride. The operator went over to the boy’s car in an attempt to help him, leaving the ride's controls unattended. One of several teenagers standing near the ride decided to play a prank on the 18-year-old operator, and turned the ride back on. The victim fell from the ride and was dragged under the track until the operator returned to the control panel to stop the ride. The victim had been crushed underneath the ride and died hours later at a local hospital.

One of two things happened: he broke, and has never recovered from the fact that his stupid prank killed a six year old; or, he laughed a little, continued his life not caring because he's a sociopath.

I had an aquaintence everyone called Drizzy. We used to drive around, listen to hip-hop, smoke weed. He was a drug dealer, I knew this, but I had only ever seen him selling weed. He seemed to stay in better neighborhoods and never spoke of anything other than selling dro to rich white kids.

One day he asked me to go with him and do something. I was on my way to a party I paid a lot of money to get into so I turned him down. He said "Thats a shame, a big dude like you would be good, you could make some bank." I said sorry no.

He had a rival drug dealer (heroin/crack) he was trieing to take territory from in a bad neighborhood called Homewood. He, and this other guy I had met a few times, walked into a sandwich shop in Homewood where his rival was and opened fired on the store. They killed a 9 year old girl and are probably never going to get out of prison.

I have a story like this. Early 1990s, Oxford, UK. My mother and I were in the children's book section of Waterstones. Later that day, we walked past the store, which had been evacuated and was full of police, firemen and a bomb disposal squad. Later we discovered that a bomb had been found in the children's book section.

I dated a leech of a girl for 2.5 years from when she was 18-20, she at one point thanked me for straightening her out and for being the reason that she didn't get pregnant as a teenager. She cheats on me with my best friend and leaves me then starts dating him. When we dated she would always try and get me to not use condoms but I was insistent even though she was on birth control. Not even a year after and she is pregnant. Refused to get an abortion and believes she is ready to be a mother.

I was 7 years old, at the dragon boat festival in Hong Kong. The Canadian team had two party boats for watching, strung along with all the others around the bay. There were hundreds of boats in a big, tied together circle. As I said, Canada had two little Junks (not junk as in trash, but as in the type of boat) tied together. There was much fun for all ages on the boats, but there was no bridge between them, just a one foot gap. no problem for all on board. The boats would rock back and forth and slam together with the pressure of the two massive yachts on either side of the Canadian boats pushing them. But the chances of anyone taking a step across right as the the boats pulled apart was slim. Sadly, i fell in that small percentage. I slipped, fell, and went straight between the boats. I remember hitting the side of the boat on the way down, and it dazed me so all I remember for a few seconds after that is water and darkness. I was too out of it to be scared. A guy happened to be looking at me right when it happened, and dove for me. He grabbed a hand I must have been waving and yanked me up with literally less than a second before the boats crashed back together with most certainly lethal force. Just to emphasize how close i was, my toe got snagged a bit when i was being pulled out.

TL;DR, fell between two boats which were strung up when I was 7, got pulled out just before boats crashed together.

I almost married a girl whose first orgasm came from a dog, whose former boyfriend used to tie her up face down and let his friends fuck her, who loved torture porn and who eventually decided (for about 6 months) she was a lesbian.

Literal: Fishing in the Oregon coastal mountains and stumbled across a pot growing site. I don't believe they were doing anything other than scaring me off but having a few rounds whizz over your head while running downhill definitely gets your heart racing.

Figurative: Finding out my ex stopped taking her birth control in the waning months of our marriage in an attempt to get pregnant and "save" the marriage.

Actually, had you gone, the events that transpired would have been vastly different. Lets say you take an extra 3 seconds to get into the car. This extra 3 seconds would change almost everything that happened during that car ride. What I'm trying to say is that you're under arrest for multiple counts of manslaughter.

Well I didn't do the dodge part so well, but I did live. The reason for this post is too alert/ make parents aware that kids get into everything. I was about 6 years old and me and my cousin were going nuts in the house (rainy day). We spotted what appeared to us to be a toy gun on the top shelf of a book case, about 6 or so feet up. It turned out to be a .22 single shot derringer and once we had it down we proceeded to run around the house playing cowboys and native americans. The gun went off about 2 or 3 feet in front of me and the bullet grazed my head leaving me with a divot in my skull. If any of you have ever had your head thumped with a ring you know the sound, but the bullet is about a million times louder. Please properly store you firearms. BTW I'm feeling much better now,(twitch...twitch).

This will look displaced among all the puns and sexual encounters of the 4th kind, but here it goes.

A few years ago, I was intent on doing a photography job in a scrap yard. I had arrived there in the middle of the afternoon and talked to the owner, who despite being very busy guy, was nice enough to allow me access everywhere I wanted.

I setup shop and got to work, taking a lot of good photographs, HDR's, timelapses and really going deep into the piles of cars and machinery. This was the closest I've ever found to a Terminator war scenario. Just awesome!

But I had lost track of time and when I returned, the scrap yard's entrance was closed and empty and no one was in sight. The sun was setting and I started getting a really bad vibe coming from deep within this nightmarish scenario. I was standing by the entrance and between piles of cars, when I noticed in the distance, these huge pack of rottweilers sprinting towards me like frigging freighter trains! I mean they were gigantic! And each head of theirs was at least twice the size of my own and had this hunger frothing at the mouths. I had like 5 maybe 10 seconds to come up with something besides being tasty. I ran with the gear to the huge gates in the hopes of climbing them but then I spot the owner who quickly opened them while shouting "GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!". I got out in the same second they reached the gates! Apparently, not even the owner could have stopped them.

Turns out he had forgotten about me and only returned because a lone car was parked further outside and it was the middle of nowhere.

Moved out to Vancouver in 91. Started hanging out with a smoking hot red-head who was fun but a little dippy (my introduction to that West Coast Girl thing that some women do here).

Things moved fast one sunny afternoon, and as we got down to it I realized there were no condoms in the house. She was still good to go. Insistent, actually. I was experimenting with being a grown-up about things and said no, thinking "if it can happen today, it can happen tomorrow."

Next day the conversation turns to a band we both know, and she lets on that she has been on/off banging their drummer. And watching him shoot heroin. And sometimes shooting heroin with him. And being sad because he's HIV positive...

I'd like to thank all the people at my university who helped promote safe sex in the late 80s. You influenced my thinking and probably saved my life.

In Winter of 2009 in Minnesota I was driving to a friends house in Friday rush hour traffic. It had been snowing for about an hour and the roads weren't too bad- or so I thought.

I lost control of my rear-wheel drive vehicle in the middle of a three lane highway at 65 m.p.h. surrounded by other vehicles. I hit a patch of ice and my car did a 270° turn into the left lane and into narrow shoulder, only missing the concrete divider by a few inches.

I then tried to correct the turning and overcompensated, causing my car to do a 180° and slide into the furthest right lane.

Finally, after the most terrifying experience of my life, my car came to a gentle stop in the more generous right shoulder. All of the cars in the rightmost lane waited for me to get back on the highway, and I pulled off at the next exit and slowly drove the back roads to my friend's house.

TL;DR: The German special services found me hording food and I only got away because of a well-timed air raid and bread delivery truck.

Coulda boned my current roommate before we were roommates. I didn't. We moved in together as friends a while later. She is an excellent roommate, but sweet christ she is bad at dealing with sexual relationships. I get to see what I might HAVE had to deal with. Major bullet dodged.

Edit: selected to use a preposition instead of an auxiliary verb. Thanks for overlooking "coulda," though. You pedants are a forgiving bunch.

My coworker had been begging me for months to bring in my laptop to show him some of my artwork. The day I finally remembered to bring it in, our house got broken into while I was at work. My roommate got everything stolen. They just got my coin jar.

Parents go out of town, I ask my dad if I can have people over while they're gone and smoke cigars and play poker. I could have lied but I honestly thought they wouldn't care if we all did something completely legal and smoked in the garage. He says no, and I go ahead with it and do it anyway. Next thing I know the garage smells like complete shit, with the accumulated smoke from about 12 guys cigars over the course of an entire night. (Now I can see why they said no lol). I air out the garage the entire weekend while they're gone, run fans constantly, and spray air solvents. Nothing works. The time comes for me to pick them up from the airport and as we drive back home all I can think about is how pissed they are going to be. I open the garage door and drive the car in. Just as I turn off the car a shit ton of smoke pours out of the hood. Parents get out and freak out over the car, they notice the smell and attribute it to the car breaking down.

I dated this chick for 5 years who kept insisting we get married. I just had this really fishy feeling that it wasn't a good idea. She even went as far as stopping birth control without telling me, all the while urging me not to use a condom.

Soon after I found that out, I ran for the hills.

3 months later I found out she stole my social (WHILE we were dating) and opened up 5 credit cards in my name... racking up $8,500 on bullshit like tanning and taking other dudes on dates. (She opened 2 of those cards a month after we broke up).

I Threatened to call the cops and poof the cards were magically paid the following day. I haven't heard from her since.

However, imagine what WOULD have happened if I did marry her/knock her up?

There was a period when we trained mixed martial arts and clearing rooms every day for a couple of weeks, so we only went to the firing range to target practice once a week. After every shooting session we'd put a small piece of cloth in the chamber of our rifle to soak up som exess cleaning oil.

One week at the range this dumb motherfucker is laying next to me and his gun jams. He calls over the lieutenant who is supervising and everybody has to stop shooting. Turns out this asshole had forgotten to remove his cloth piece and the round had jammed in his firing chamber.

Luckily his pin had not hit the primer of the bullet. He was two feet to my left. Had the bullet misfired in his gun it might have killed me. Oh, and for the gun enthusiast: it was 7.62 MM.

So, yeah. I literally dodged a bullet I guess.

Edit: 7.62x51 MM NATO.
Edit 2: To clarify the 7.62 this was in an european army. This happened three years ago.

The army needs to screen dumbasses out. I mean, yea, the dumbasses are the cannon fodder, but still, no thanks to friendly fire. I'd rather not have some idiot toss a grenade, have it hit a wall and bounce back to land by me.

Speaking of friendly fire: the same clown had an accidental mischarge when we were on a week long exercise on -20 celcius. Inside of his team's tent. Luckily it was a blank round and only one other dude in the tent at the time (rest of the team were out on guard). They both suffered damage to their hearing.

I was downtown with a few of my good friends and my girlfriend. After multiple pitchers between us, we decided to hop to the next bar. Being a stupid drunk, I decide its a good idea to cross the busy road without looking either way. The very second I stepped on the road, a old truck sped past me and the big side mirror that stuck out quite a bit clipped my face. Luckily the only injury I received for my stupidity was a broken nose. Could have been a lot worse.

I have a bad habit of hooking up with girls that have boyfriends/married. A very bad habit. I was fresh out of highschool in a big city and out of a small mountain town and had developed one of those "sleep with ALL the girls!" mentalities that are prone to bad things happening.

So I met a girl in class and we were talking about math related things when she asked if I'd like to study at her apartment - I readily accepted, and shortly after getting to her apartment our clothes came off and we got down to business. Now, she had already mentioned that she had a boyfriend when we were in class, and I'm assuming that my "charming" personality is what piqued her curiosity - as well as the fact that I can do a lot of impressions. My biggest and easiest ones are either my Irish or Flaming Homosexual accents.

I'm the type of person that can be so immersed in something that I forget what I'm actually doing, so for me, getting "in character" is about a two second process. I have elaborate backstories for all of my impressions, I've learned various phrases and sentences in 7 different languages and can genuinely become a completely different person with different mannerisms, nervous ticks, quirks, etc.

Anyway, this girl and I finish up and we start studying/watching a movie when we can hear someone coming up the stairs followed shortly by the door unlocked. She panics and says, "Oh shit my boyfriend is home" and causes me to immediately panic - I had never been in that situation, and I wasn't (at the time) a physically menacing figure. Enter the boyfriend - a 6'-6'1 guy with big arms and a big chest - and he sees us on the couch, pretty close to each other, in a very comfortable position. This guy would have easily broken me in half.

"Hey."
"Hi!"
"Who's he?" I could tell he was already immediately threatened by my presence there - I mean what guy is alright seeing his girlfriend in his apartment with another guy he doesn't know?

I did the only thing I could think of and jumped out of my seat and semi-skipped over to him with my hand extended out and nearly shouted in my perfect flamer-gay voice, "OH MY GOD IS THIS YOUR BOYFRIEND?! HI, I'M JULIAN! OH MY GOD, NICOLE, HE IS SO MUCH CUTER THAN YOU TOLD ME!"

She had a complete poker face. He had a completely astonished face. I stayed for another 20 minutes perfectly in character while we did more math before excusing myself as "my Marcus is coming over and we're having hotdogs 'if you know what I mean!'"

TL;DR - Hooked up with a girl who wasn't single, boyfriend came home and I did my best gay accent to avoid getting the shit kicked out of me.

My ex is a psychopath, abusive, ended up assaulting me when we broke up, and he went through a string of quick engagements, then failed engagements, and is now engaged again to some girl. I can only imagine they figured out how crazy and disturbed he is, and holy shit I'm glad I'm far away from it all now.

I'd been having chest pains, off and on, with exertion for about a month. Hid the fact from my wife, because we were about to go on a weekend trip to Dover Speedway for the NASCAR races, and I didn't want to mess that up. However, on our way to our seats, a pain hits, and I need to go sit down for a while. While huffing and puffing, came clean to wife. After resting, pain subsides, we go see the race, and then head home.

The next morning, we see the cardiologist. He hits me with a stress test, which I fail miserably, and he sets me up with some other tests. But, before I can take those, I start getting winded going from one end of the house to the other. So, it's off to the ER. Long story short, they run a cardiac cath, shoot me with three stents, and spring me the next day.

What I dodged was, despite the three major (and one minor) blockages that were in place for God knows how long, there is no actual damage to the heart muscle. I'm back to normal activities, watching my diet (I was also diagnosed as diabetic at the same time), and taking a shitload of meds. But, am otherwise very healthy.

Protip: If you're having problems with chest pains, shortness of breath, or what not, do not hide this from your wife! She will find out eventually, and it will not go well for you. I address this to guys because they're the worst at this.

Ive had them punch through vehicles i was in. Usually only get fired at by them from at least 1km out, and we were lucky enough that the fighters in the area couldent get a hold of links to the rounds since it is such a unique size. (Meaning they had to fire single shot and reload)

I was driving home at 3 am on the highway, and noticed someone at the side of the road who had just been in an accident. Now I usually drive right past these scenes, but had nothing to do this time, so decided to stop. While I am talking to the 2 girls who are clearly in shock, trying to help them sort their shit out, we hear squealing tires, and look up to see a car swerving right for us doing 100km/hr. I had enough time to jump backwards over the guard-rail while pushing the girl next to me over the rail. She wasn't hit, but the car hit me while i was mid air and pushed me along the guard rail. Luckily I wasn't injured - or standing where I had been a few seconds before or I would have been smooshed. They both called me their heroes which was nice - looking back I totally should have nailed them.. ah well.

TL;DR I was hit by a car while standing on the side of the highway and everything went better than expected.

Was 8 years old at the Grand Canyon with my 6 year old brother and our great aunt, and we were walking along a trail along the canyon side, noticed the path thinned a bit, then the rail disappeared and we are walking, at this point it seemed like shimmying along and we come around an edge and there is a park ranger, and he asked what the hell we are doing there, we are on a high risk hiking trail into the canyon, chewed my mom's aunt out really bad, and escorted us back up the path we were on...

We had something similar happen at Hells Canyon. My family was part of a raft trip and we were scouting a class 4 rapid. Walking back along the trail, we have to walk back to a wall along a trail which was cut into a cliff face. My brother slipped on a part of the trail which was washed out.
I literally dove flat against the trail and grabbed his hand. He dangled there a second before my dad turned around and helped pull him back up. It was probably 50 feet above the river and the grade was nearly a sheer drop. 100% instinct and I had to end up going to the bottom anyways to get my heart to put back in my chest.

During my senior year my friend said that this girl that we went to elementary school with talked to him and that she wanted to hang out. We hang out, and she aggressively flirts with me to the point that I think "there's no way she's serious, she's just mocking me" naturally I turn down her suggestion that we go to prom together and her requests to sit on my lap while watching a movie. Since she can't sit by me (I literally pushed her away from me with my foot), she sits by my other friend. Then they start talking, she starts flirting with him, they start dating. Neither of them knew that anti-biotics cancel out birth control so he didn't bother pulling out. She got pregnant like 8 weeks after they started dating.

So I guess you could say that I dodged the bullet and let it hit my friend. The funny thing (if you have a dark sense of humor) is that I knew that the birth control would stop working if you're on anti-biotics, but her and I barely ever talked because I always got frustrated by her mocking me before they started dating. Pretty shitty situation for my friend.

As a teenager I stopped to get gas one day from a small and crowded gas station in Chicago. I also was driving my family's station wagon at the time. Trying to get into the only open pump I had to go in reverse and make a turn, which became a major fail as I slammed into the gas pump. The impact was hard enough to knock the old fashioned gas pump off its base and break the pipe holding the wiring. The gas pipeline was clearly bent. The manager/owner ran out right away to inspect it and believe it or not, just told me to get out of there!! Obviously not as crazy or life-threatening as some on this thread, but that guy still saved me several thousand dollars I did not have.

I worked for a guy that started a restaurant with a couple other members of my family (cousins) and another lady, who happened to be a huge bitch. I got in the business when they opened their second store and put a small amount of money in as an investment and got a few percent of the profit back each month. It was a seafood place on the gulf of mexico and was doing really well. Well, after about 6 months we had a meeting and they fired me. This was right after the oil spill right when everything started going to shit economically wise and I think they panicked a little. There was no warning, nothing at all written. They just got together, decided I wasn't working out and that was it. Well, it turns out they ended up getting in some trouble for using illegals and not paying taxes on a lot of stuff, and they paid everyone under the table. Hell I still have some pay stubs showing I only worked 35 hours a week when I was pulling 60-70. The main shareholder is about as racist as it gets and said a ton of fucked up stuff about the workers. I was miserable there, hated it even though I was making bank. 3 years later and all those people are absolutely miserable. My cousins went from cool fun loving people to dour unhappy punks and bitches. I might be broke as fuck right now, but I am still happy and have fun and stuff. Fuck em, they deserve each other. Rant over. The only thing that kept me from suing is the head guy gave me my investment back, and since I had basically tripled it in 6 months I was doing alright. I just wish I had recorded half the conversations that went on behind the managers door.

Had unprotected sex for my first time with my quite crazy ex-girlfriend in high school. Nothing happened, I lucked out. A few months or so later she got prego with another dude and now has a lovely little girl, particularly lovely that shes not mine.

Me and the boys used to have a penchant for doing stupid shit with fire. One day we found an empty oil barrel in the woods in good condition. We took it back to the pit where we burned stuff and started a bonfire. Threw the oil barrel on and we took turns "surfing" on top of this barrel and taking pictures while the fire surrounds us. I'm on top of the barrel when one of the kids there says "Whats that noise?" Stop laughing for a second... FSSSSSSSST... Same kid: "Oh shit I think its gonna blow" I look down and the whole barrel I'm standing on is puffed out. I NOPED the fuck out of there and everyone scattered except for one of my friends who stayed about ten feet away from it trying to look hardcore. Barrel EXPLODES obliterates the bonfire, ash and oil are in streaks around the fire radiating out ten feet in every direction. The top of the barrel went flying through the pit missing my friends head by 2 feet, smoke pouring off of it. The top of the barrel sailed through the air and actually partially cut down the tree it hit probably +100 feet away. Would've given me severe burns minimum if I was still on it when it exploded. Bonus dodged bullet: would've decapitated my friend if the barrel lid had been two feet lower.

He was driving along the freeway in the second lane from the right. The right-most lane was splitting off from the freeway, being an "exit only" lane that went up an incline to the city street.

Well, the guy in front of him decides, just a little bit too late, that he actually needs to get off the freeway here, and attempts to drive up the side of the incline after missing the exit. My friend, noticing that if he slams on the breaks, this guy's car will probably tumble right into him, punches the acceleration to the floor.

My friend managed to barely get in front of the guy before his car tumbled into the freeway, missing the back of my friend's car by mere inches. My friend left unscathed, but we can't say as much for the other people on the freeway that day.

As for me personally, this same friend actually once saved me from getting a hatchet lodged in my back by an eleven year-old.

Don't know why but I wanted to follow through on the "Bullet" part of the question.

Was in Afghanistan on a ridge getting shot at by a sniper. Every time I would poke my head over a rock a bullet would rip, and I mean rip, by my head a few inches away. We needed to find this guy so I'd move, BAM!, move again, BAM! After about 3 or 4 shots I figured I would pull my helmet off and put it on my barrel and put that above the rocky ridge so he'd hit that and we'd see from where he was shooting by the angle of impact. So my back to this big rock I slowly poke my helmet over the top similar to Enemy At the Gates and nothing. He didn't shoot. I was pissed. Put my helmet back on while the Afghani Soldiers laugh at me because they had no desire to put their heads up at all. Poke my head over another rock and BAM! Just missed me again. Said screw it and called artillery on the hill side. Later found out he was rocking 7.62 mm armor piercing, match grade sniper rounds. So I'm gonna say 7.62 mm round